"A Rat"
With those simple words understanding dawned and all the anguish he felt resurfaced at the same time. Mumbling "Now I poisoned you as well", tears started streaming from his eyes. He did not wipe his eyes, he only saw red. Visions played before him in the order they happened. One by one he relived them, death, disaster, decay and even destiny came to abominate him.
All hell broke loose at Privet Drive.
Although explosions were nothing new around Harry Potter what happened next was to something you saw only in movies.
An all too well known searing pain came in his head; his scar was on fire scorching the hair covering it, filling the air with an acrid smell enough to throttle you. This only meant one thing Voldemort was mad, by the reaction Harry was having he was beyond furious, he was beyond murderous, and this thing was not one to hold his emotions in.
Voldemort's hideout…
He showed it by killing three robed figures in front of him. All three died by fire. He shouted the spell fuelling it with hate, and he had a lot. What was left of them was blown away like dust in the desert. The only further use for them was to nourish Mother Nature.
Privet Drive…
Back at Privet Drive the moment that the spell left what should have been the mouth of Voldemort, intense white light left the eyes of Harry Potter filling his whole room. If Hedgewig's eyes was not closed then she would be blind. Harry was screaming a long pleading wish to be released from this hate, stimulated and enhanced by his own superior raw magical power.
The fissure in every ones magic that was always there for protection, placed by the mind until adulthood or an undetermined amount of maturity or readiness, snapped together sealing without a hairline crack. His full potential was suddenly available.
The turmoil he felt caused him to release some more of his magical energy and imploding the windows of number four Privet Drive. His door would be swept up and later used to start a fire.
Voldemort's hideout…
Looking over his followers who all fell on their knees at what they saw Voldemort calmly gave orders. "You will go to that place…" he stopped thinking the name. Lucuis Malfoy was directly in front of his master mumbled "The Burrow" and instantly wished he hadn't.
After hearing the beginning of the word "CRUCIO" he knew and felt pain he was not comfortable with yetIf I could only shirk it off like Potter then it would be so much easier there was a copper taste in his mouth and he knew what that meant, trying to concentrate on the taste in his mouth his spine jerked he became rigid and was lying flat on the earth, spit and blood flowing freely from his mouth and thankfully his master stopped.
Privet Drive…
At number four Harry gripped his scar he heard what Malfoy said it tore him by now he was on his hands and knees. He saw his refuge in front of him. The misshaped place he wanted to call home, knowing there is nothing he could do… that train of thought was quickly interrupted by a realisation that anyone who dared to speak when not told to felt. Harry was feeling exactly what Lucuis Malfoy was feeling his scream was still hot in the air when he started again. Gripping his forehead he burned blisters on his fingers and heard Lucuis Malfoy thinking. It is not working now and kept screaming.
For some reason Privet Drive continued as they usually did, birds were singing, the neighbours were enjoying a barbecue, children were playing, grandmothers were baking, fathers came together for the rugby enjoying an ice cold beer, mothers reprimanding silly children and the world in general were enjoying the day.
Ministry of Magic…
A young lady sat cross-legged deep in thought reading a copy of Teen Witches Weekly in an attempt to get her shift past. She was reading yet another story on the-boy-who-lived and was silently squirming for his company. She knew that the possibility of him being attracted to her was not only meagre but impossible but that did not stop her thinking of what if…
A terribly loud bell suddenly sounded alarm and that meant that somewhere there was an underage wizard performing magic and by the temperament of the bell it was the same person and it was a lot of magic. Lumos only brought out a single toll and then died leaving a drawer open and a file out of position for easy identification. That was under normal circumstances…
The cabinet named "P" flew open and a file dislodged itself with such force that it spread itself across the floor. The ministry of magic now knew that a teenager performed magic and the alarm still did not die.
Moment's later at least half the ministry was outside her door to see what, how and most importantly who was making this amount of noise.
The minister himself was in a meeting with his junior a one Percy Weasley when suddenly he heard the bell indicating underage misdemeanour. "It never takes so long to subside. Listen it is getting worse." Percy screamed to the minister. "Whoever it is better have a very good reason otherwise I will have his or her wand." Was the answer of the minister.
With that they left for the department who deals with this. Upon arriving he saw that halve the ministry standing and gawking at the commotion. "Make Room!" he shouted above the chaos and immediately there was a tunnel being made for him.
Upon entering the office he saw a young woman in a fruitless attempt trying to assemble as much of the file as possible.
"Who can be causing such a commotion?" the minister asked watching Percy silence the alarm to such a point where it was only audible, but it kept going. In a state of disbelief the minister and his aid helped a petrified girl collecting parts of the file.
In a case like this the file would add a new page and insert the date, time and whereabouts of the area in which the magic was happening and then the type of magic. Then it would start to list the magic and spells taking places and once again the time would be added per spell for good measure. Usually unintentional or better known as accidental magic would be registered and nobody would be warned unless muggles was involved in one way or another. Yet strange enough wandless magic could not be measured. Emotional status, physical status as well as power behind the spell, ranked one to ten and compared to the power of someone able, where 4 means able, would be noted as well.
Finding the page the minister steadied him and helped the girl to her feet. Percy came over and watched over the shoulder of the minister. The three watched in awe as the paper grew itself to accommodate the added lines. Everything showed accidental magic. Emotional state was changing between shattered, devastated, crushed, traumatized, horrified, whacked and all in physical status were supreme, epitome and finally ended quintessence. The spells was named new as they were non-existent and the power remained at 10+. It was the first time that he has ever seen anything like this. The page kept growing.
The minister scratched his head looking at the paper. Turning around and facing the rest of the ministry. "Harry Potter has lost it now!"
He saw the faces of the rest of the ministry fall in pace with him.
"Minister is there nothing we can do?" a concerned Auror asked. "No it is best left for Albus. Percy please contact the headmaster?"
The man had a brooding look on his face and anyone who knew him remembered his actions of the last year towards Harry and they knew he was sorry. They left it at that. They just watched the list grow. Every other second something was added. But there was no known spells and no wand used. Even if there was a wand used the minister knew he would have found a way to let it fly. He owed Harry that much.
Everyone except for Percy stayed and waited for the scrolls to stop extending and the alarm to go silent. The minister was not chasing anyone away as he knew when something was futile. Instead he stayed and relayed the messages on the parchment as they occurred. That is to everyone's satisfaction. Tears were nothing new in the ministry but as the status changed they would start over again. The scene was touching to say the least.
…Privet Drive
That is except for number four. Hearing the scream uncle Vernon jumped, if that was possible for a man his size, up from his couch where he slouched, as there was truly and honestly no better way to describe it, where he was reading his paper. Saying a little louder than he usually would have "What in the blazes of hell…" He rather felt than saw the shards of glass streaming to him. Turning around he rather felt than saw the light coming from upstairs bouncing of ceilings and walls. A small heat wave blew threatening to scorch the life out of all living things. Where he sat he was all sweaty. Perspiration running down side whiskers like tears from the eyes of a little girl in pain. But now that was all gone, dried, crystallised leaving rivers of white shiny saline.
Tasting the saltpetre on his lips and hearing another scream tearing through his house it dawned on him. Like you know you are going to fall when you lost the grip you had on a branch of a tree and you know the ground is what is coming next. The realization of what is happening infuriated the man so that it only took half the time and strides to get to the source of the intrusion. By the time he got halfway up the staircase he only mouthed "Oh my…" He never finished that sentence as what he saw he would have great difficulty in repeating later.
Voldemort's Hide out…
Lucuis mumbled "Thank you Master" As he was released from his pain and anguish. Slowly and still painfully he got back to his knees not daring to look up at the one he called master.
"Lucuis, you will coordinate an attack on that place within the hour. You will…"
Privet Drive…
Harry lost consciousness at this point
Vernon Dursley stopped dead in his tracks and time rolled to a standstill. Mouth ajar he stared at what was staring, if you could call the thing "that", back at him. This sight would haunt until the day of his death bed for that was the only time that he would accept the full reality of the situation.
He would forever remember the figure on its knees hands gripping the side of the head in a hold to crush the life out of anything, the back bent to an unattainable arch, neck bent even worse, and a face coming slowly into view as the body rolled slow and tediously forward. It was the face of death itself. The figures mouth was open and blood slowly flowed like a fountain running down a contorted chin, its teeth was cloaked in crimson red, a silent scream tearing into his soul, pleading help. A nose spurting blood, speckling an ashen face, the yin-yang worse than day and night, tears of blood slowly meandered, dropping to a floor, hollow eye sockets staring vacantly at him, accusing him of things he have forgotten putting him there and then on trial, burnt hair and a lightning scar crackling even the part, it was not white, it most certainly was not blue and definitely not silver, no it was a combination of all those and it was constant throbbing in its own ecstasy. The body slowly came forward until the figure, that he could only discern as his nephew for it was his room after all, collapsed on the floor.
Hearing the shriek behind him Vernon Dursley knew that his wife have seen and felt the things he felt. Gripping the frail body of his lovely wife they both cried tears of pity to the one they treated like an outcast. When he came out of his reverie they jumped to action. He barked an order "GO SCRATCH THAT HELP AND SEE IF IT WORKS"
It would be the first time they would trust magic and not the last. He himself did not hear what he said; to him it was a tread of hope. For a man living in denial he was relying a lot on what he feared.
He felt nothing but contempt for the figure sprawled on the floor in front of him. Twisted, contorted and broken like a wooden boat going on the rocks, in a maelstrom of an angry sea. He picked the figure up and placed it, as what he held could not be human, on the bed. He slowly shook the figure, nothing. He gripped the figure by the shoulder and shook it, nothing. He had little hope. He started shaking and screaming at the figure, nothing. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and looking up he looked into the unseeing eyes of his wife. "It is done" is all she said as she sat next to him and together they cried at the sins they have committed to the only one that could save them, all of them. They cried together for their own son who was visiting friends A diet is what he will get when he gets back. Petunia Dursley thought as she held onto her husband.
They did not see a bright white bird land on the pillow next to the head of the deathly figure not reprimanding him for the poison. A flash brought them back to the real world but they kept going. The song that followed they remembered. Opening their eyes they saw the magnificent bird that brought them the letter sitting on the breast of the thing. They saw tears running from the birds eyes and they continued crying together. The song gave them courage beyond measure. The thing started to stir. They saw the thing put a hand on the back of the bird.
Looking at his uncle Harry was fortunately too spent to see what he saw. He simply requested parchment and a quill. He took it from his uncle and started writing with bloody hands and speaking to Fawkes at the same time. "Fawkes, please take Hedgewig with you, I poisoned her." He said looking through bloody eyes at the brilliantly white bird next to him "I am so sorry." For her part she chirped at him and softly nipped his earlobe with the little strength she had left in her. He wrote the letter:
Professor,
Burrow will be attacked within the hour.
HP
Fawkes gripped the letter in her beak and Hedgewig softly in a talon and was off in another brilliant explosion. Harry was alone with his aunt and uncle. Through tearstained eyes Vernon Dursley was the first to speak "You will not stay inside this house any longer. You will move into the shed, stand up and pack. I will help you move your stuff in the next ten minutes. I believe your professor should be along shortly." Harry was so taken aback by this but managed to get out "I am sorry. And thank you." He did not know it but this would be the second of a lot of sorry's he would give out. Each one hurting more than the previous and he meant every one of them.
Meanwhile Albus Dumbledore was reinstated in his former position in the Wizengamot when Fawkes suddenly exploded into existence next to the aged yet powerful wizard. A witch across the room realized as soon as Fawkes appeared the sick snowy owl, and worst of all to whom it belonged. She screamed and charged across the room to grab the owl.
Albus Dumbledore just let her take the owl, in cases like this he knew she knew best. He did not take the time to see how she fled the room with the owl and two others in tow. He was opening the letter, what he read others would later recall drained the blood out of his face, they saw the great man tremble for a moment, get to grips and then that man took control of the board and started moving pieces. That is what Albus Dumbledore did, that is what he was good at, that is what everybody expected him to be and do and above that, he was a very-very powerful wizard and boy could play.
"Moody, Aurors, Burrow, immediately." Moody who read the letter as well knew exactly what the letter meant but he needed this man to make him do this? Even for him and what he has experienced in his life it was a lot to take in.
He just ran from the room in the opposite direction as the others have fled. Followed closely by Arthur Weasley who knew his wife and two younger children were at home, alone. The rest of them were at the ministry for some or other reason. Albus did not take the time to explain his actions; he made quick time after the other two. Whoever was left behind knew that whatever is to happen is going to be a dark mark on an already fragile wizarding world.
They had no idea what this meant to an already almost deranged boy with a lighting scar flashing on his forehead. They did not know how badly and heavy this was resting on his soul as he was moving to the shed. Uncle Vernon, true to his word, helped him to move his stuff to the shed. The last words he heard after leaving the house was "You will lose this weight and that is the end of it…" This combination of events that happened, and the combination to follow would force Harry to accept his role and responsibility within the day. But that no one knew.
